Destined To Be His | JJK

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i lay in bed, in my hotel room hugging the phone close to my chest.

kicking my feet in the air.

screaming into the pillow.

" jungkook had my phone in his hand! he held my hand!" i breathed heavily and began crying.

i am so overwhelmed.

it's unbelievable.

just thought i was going to allow what happened with lily to stop me from having fun.

others would've ran to the police regardless if they're a foreigner or not.

regardless if they understand the language or not.

but, me.

i didn't go anywhere.

i didn't do anything.

instead, i allowed everything to go on without intervening because i felt like it was the right thing to do.

just let everything go the way they're supposed to.

but doesn't mean you'll just sit there and not do shit.

sometimes it's better to be silent than spoken.

in my situation, i stayed silent and tried not to allow the bad to ruin my life.

now, i have a couple of tasks to do.

i went downstairs to the main lobby and ambled over to the front desk. the receptionist grinned and bowed.

" hello, ms celeste. how may i help you today?"

" you're speaking english now, mr seo?" i giggled feeling amazed because about a week ago, he said he couldn't understand whatever words i was saying.

" hey, just like you're learning my language i wanna learn yours." the 39-year-old man replied.

he's kind.

how sweet of him.

i brought out my phone and typed in the translator.

' that's why i came here actually. i wanted to ask you if you know where i can buy any good textbooks for beginners. '

' i have the books, i can give them to you for free.'

really? he'd do that for me?

oh, bless him.

" jinjja?? gamsahamnida, mr seo," i said and bowed a 90 degree.

" anieyo" he chuckled and brushed it off. he squatted down and opened the cabinet below bringing out two textbooks.

this won't be easy.

but i am determined to learn their native tongue.

i want to.

and i will.

my schedule is set.

time to learn hangul.